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Fatal - M. O. B.

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Verse one

Im livin in hell, where all these niggaz

Got stories to tell, I be blasint on these bitch niggaz

Servin well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth

Body tated, hair matted, sellin keys if you fuck wit these

Law breakin niggaz scream, fuck the police

We gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit

What the fuck you figure?

Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates

Findin niggaz dead, bringem home and I cant wait

If niggaz is real, then they aint scared to split em

All that job-ownin shit, fuck you,i aint witem

Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say

How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin eye

Now lets get busy nigga



Chorus

Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?

How many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?

We get money over bitches, cuz we aint scared to die

Live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)



Verse two [fatal]

Keep it comin, these niggaz get done in

On any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga

Puttin in work, then past it off, to my little man

Like he blast it off, beyond that, ?

Criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap

Endin ya whole stat, Im the master of this fuckin(fuck yall)shit

So Im a be buckin shit, ya dont know who you fuckin wit

Yall spaced out duckin quick, the number one parolly

Slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin

Up shorty rocks, gettin money wit the forty cop



Chorus (2x)



Verse three

Some niggaz, kinda of coke

Scared to bust, and I be lookin through ya ass like you

Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch

Swingin tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she

Blastin fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,

But it dont mean shit, til you witness to yourself

How live it get, and I never let no rhymin ass bitch

Share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility

You get the fuckin picture, I swear by everythin spit in my rhymes

Its only hollow points I spit out my nine

Drillin niggaz on the block, when Im passin through

I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you

And if I ever get caught sleepin, which I ever doubt would happen

Id be the last nigga rappin, Ill keep my fuckin guns clappin



Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know

Smellin they own shit, when I rip the berrta slow

The nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin silly

Blowinem and showinem, cuz my dogs dont knowem

I dont give a fuck, how small big and tall

Come get me, and I talk on how square yall are

Attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid

And the toughest on ya squad, cant ride wit bizniss

I dont know what these niggaz, be thinkin when they see me

Niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie

I stack whack rappers, and stickem like cornerbacks

Yall niggaz is jumpin jackz, and bluffin on wax

Thinkin you can clown me, me and my little town we

We lost niggaz, fo life, out here they cant drown me

Ill be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up

To tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck



Chorus (2x)



Muthafuckin m.o.b you aint seen shit yet, what

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